Flowerchild Stories

*punk!louis flowerchild!harry* Larry short story Louis falls for the guy with the beautiful green eyes, but then he manages to screw everything up again.

High school junior Clementine Decker lives her life like a "modern-day" flower child in 1994. She lives with her devout Christian parents who give Clem enough freedom for a girl her age, but she longs for more. She longs to see what the world looks like beyond her New York village. She gets the chance when she meets a new student in her grade at her school, teenage rebel Julian Casablancas. Julian's lifestyle is a lot like Clem's, and although he takes some getting used to, they hit it off, first as friends, then as lovers. Clem's parents disapprove of Julian at first, but with their blessing, the young couple spend the summer after their junior year traveling the nation in Julian's van, including a stop at Summerfest in Wisconsin. Clem finally gets her chance to travel with the one she loves, but homesickness gets the best of her. Will the world be everything Clem has dreamed of, or will she spend the entire trip longing for home?

"I mean why the fuck do they wear flower crowns?" "I don't know man but they look like cute little kittens-" "Shut up Lou, Harry since Lou here is smitten with them,me and you should play a prank on them" "I'm listening" "I mean lets befriend them; find out there secrets and expose it to the world or at least are shitty school" "Man I think that's wrong-" "Shut up Zayn, lets do it it's been a while since we last had a good laugh" I'm Harry Styles author of How to break a flower child's heart. Narry au.| copyright Little London Pie| 2014

Harry's a sweet little boy who likes teddy bears and cuddles Louis' a cheeky little boy who doesn't know how to be quiet Harry is blind Louis is not They grow up together.

"Never be the same, I will never be the same thanks to you! " The past haunts you. Hearts will break, trust will be tested. Pain will make it's return, mistakes will be made. But will love show itself? Surprises and miracles, will they be accepted or seen as disaster? Will Louis be able to get over his fears? Will Harry forgive him? Will love and trust be burned to ashes or used to build a home and relationship? Read on to find out.....

A collection of poems all by me. Follow my poetry journey from 2015 to 2019, as I grow as a poet and a person. This anthology is finally completed as of November 4, 2019. Please ask permission if you wish to use/share any of these poems. Highest Rankings To Date: #8 - metaphors #2 - alliteration #61 - symbolism ©TAY_KAT

Do you suppose she's a wildflower?

"I'm.. Harry. I nanny? For Ernest and Doris?" Harry responded. "A nanny? How old even are you? You look twelve." Louis remarked. Something caught Louis' eye, and a closer look revealed that Harry had a coat of pink nail polish on his fingers. "Nineteen. I'm nineteen." Harry replied. "Right. Nineteen, wears pink, flower crowns and paints his nails. Who the actual fuck did my mum hire?" or the one where louis takes some time off from life to return home, only to be met with a strange boy in pink and a flowercrown as the nanny of his siblings.

No shoes. Flowers in my wild hair. Baggy ripped jeans. White shirt and big flannel. Story of my life. Glory Wednesday Floyyd. The girl afraid of love, afraid of heartbreak, afraid of her own thoughts. Every night she visits abandoned tree house in the woods on the side off dirt road Beenaway. Turns out she's not the only one that knows of it.

A short encounter with a boy in a garden.

A little story of mine that's romantic, dramatic, and a little comedic story about two kids that were meant to be through thick and thin. Illustration Cover: creds to Kasumi_Akira

Flower Child is a story set in 1965 about the struggles of being a female writer. Kimberly Decker is a student of the University of Washington in Seattle majoring in fiction writing. She has a group of flamboyant friends who help her navigate life and teach her important lessons about feminism and academics. Flower Child is a down to earth story embroiled in an awkward romance.

"He was my favorite type of chaos, confusingly dragging me into his hazardous world, reveling the hysteria of my soul." "Still to this day, he is my favorite type of madness." -k.a.

Write, keep writing, and write some more.

She has a free spirit That is wilder than wild. And she loves to dance, This gypsy child. She has a charmed soul Sure to make you smile. While she claps her hands, This flower child. She lives in a dream With her fantasies piled. And doesn't believe in chance, This dreaming child. She set souls on fire With her wandering style. Because she was never home This wanderess child. This child is me In my wildest daydream. All I crave to be Free, Free, Free. -Monica P. Ross :)

Lotus was born to be a true flower child

A story of the summer of two young girls in 1973